Chapter 224

Zane calmly said, "You're going to be tired from cooking later, so leave these tasks to me." His tone was firm and left no room for refusal. Without arguing, I returned to the living room to catch up on some work.

After Zane finished in the kitchen, he called me over. Standing by the kitchen counter, I was surprised to see that he had already prepared all the necessary ingredients, like onions, celery, and garlic.

I looked at him in the living room, impressed. I hadn't expected someone like Zane, so successful in his career, to be so attentive in housework.

Zane flashed me a smile.

It brightened my mood. I went ahead and placed the chicken into a pressure cooker with the onions, celery, and garlic to simmer.

Zane's kitchen had three stoves. I used the second one to cook the roast beef and the third to prepare the potatoes.

By the time the mashed potatoes were ready, the chicken was nearly done. I carefully released the steam from the pressure cooker, added salt, and let it simmer some more. Then, I focused on reducing the sauce for the roast beef and plating it. Finally, I tossed the garden salad.

With the dishes all set on the table, I called out, "Willow, time for dinner!"

as she rushed into the living room. She sat down at the dining table and asked in surprise, "Did you make all this, Mommy?" Zane handed her the cutlery. "Yes, she

roast beef, and her big eyes

up another

something, she added, "Daddy, Mommy, can you not talk to me right now? I want to finish

response,

...

while eating. She wondered if the latter was the legendary perfect woman. She was amazing at work, emotionally stable, and gentle. Most

...

too rich, so she took a bite of the garden salad.

squinted in delight. "Mommy, I want

at her. "No

as she ate. "Mommy, could you cook for

that she liked

us, enjoying his meal

was gathered around the table, with their daughter joyfully sharing

had at the moment was that Annalise still wasn't willing to become his

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